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My rating has to be extended to the entire endeavor itself, the stones required for such a project. Do I at this moment feel manipulated? Possibly. If Hamlet is indeed about Bosnia and AIDS (as was once asserted in a brilliant Branagh satire) then Knausgård and his Min kamp is a meditation on Trump/Erdogan/Abe, Brexit and #MeToo.

There are astonishing readings of Paul Celan and Hitler here, much more on the latter than one would assume. This discursive turn arrives when one is accustomed to something different. The My Struggle project isn't Proust, though the author is most aware and lards matters with the stated appreciation thereof. There is also a questionable diary of his wife's mental illness: things went suddenly Through A Glass Darkly. (that analogy is interesting with Bergman's relationship to Linda)

I read most of this on a mountain in Tennessee, Sierra Nevada was at hand. Quite a bit. Do I want to plumb further, perhaps consider Anne Sexton and Kawabata in this light? Do the Kavanaugh hearings have a bearing on ontology? My wife and I discussed a host of aspects regarding the meta-confession. I feel the better for such. I just spent a month reading Karl Ove. Let's see what daylight brings. ( )

The 400 pages about Hitler were just too much - it's as if in the middle, and in the midst of all the problems (struggles) with the family members and friends who felt exposed by his earlier books, he just had to digress to essay form to escape himself, the self that he was able to inhabit at the beginning and end of this book, and in all his other books, the I that was fully the I without regard to the We, the readers who were also integral to the I's life.

It is impossible to try to write like him!

Once I recovered from Hitler, I was just absorbed in the end of the book. So raw, so painful. I was happy to read that he's now engaged, and that Linda has had a book published and nominated for a prize.

It is hard to believe that this long (the fabled 3,600 pages in six books) tale is done. It took him years to write, and then many more years for the English translation. Knausgaard takes a detour of many hundreds of pages to tell and reflect on the life and times of Hitler in this volume. He does this because of their shared titles, My Struggle being the English translation of Mein Kampf, and because how Hitler regretfully relates to the state of the world's current politics. I have read much on Hitler, and while I found Knausgaard's insights interesting, this long historic detour isn't what I'm looking for in Knausgaard's writing. Other parts of the book tell how the author felt about his rapid worldwide fame after the publication of several volume of Struggle. When you write extremely direct about family members and friends, all but praise can, and in this case, did, cause problems, anger, and lawsuits. The last part of the book was much golden for me. I fall into a real groove when Karl Ove is doing his thing. and I was inclined to give the book my top rating, but then I thought to myself -- what about the unwanted Hitler detour -- so, no crow. ( )